LA CAGE

Mae Sot, little thai village at the Mayanmar border. Over there on the other side, Myawaddy, first Burmese village. Strange border, cross point of visa runner and refugees! On the way to my guest house, in one of the loony streets of the town, there is this place, a cage. Here burmese refugees catch by the Thai police because they have no papers are waiting to be send back to the contry they just flee. Without  legal right to stay anywhere, those people are constantly between life and death. The thai police have to send them back and , back to burma no one knows what will happen to them. Some time those people never really get back to their contry. Storys of boat full of refugees rescued while drifting oversee claim they have been left for dead on the boat in the middle of the ocean. Sad but true there is no word to discribe the situation of the Burmese refugees. Persecuted wherever they go, from the Bungladesh border where they are no longer accepted to the Thai border, from the North of their own contry to the very south. This picture, is here to remind things like that existe.  Good luck guys
Mae Sot, little thai village at the Mayanmar border. Over there on the other side, Myawaddy, first Burmese village. Strange border, cross point of visa runner and refugees!
On the way to my guest house, in one of the loony streets of the town, there is this place, a cage. Here burmese refugees catch by the Thai police because they have no papers are waiting to be send back to the contry they just flee. Without legal right to stay anywhere, those people are constantly between life and death. The thai police have to send them back and , back to burma no one knows what will happen to them. Some time those people never really get back to their contry. Storys of boat full of refugees rescued while drifting oversee claim they have been left for dead on the boat in the middle of the ocean. Sad but true there is no word to discribe the situation of the Burmese refugees. Persecuted wherever they go, from the Bungladesh border where they are no longer accepted to the Thai border, from the North of their own contry to the very south. This picture, is here to remind things like that existe.
Good luck guys

SUFFERING (a translation of ABSENCE)

Oh suffering, of Karita I am thinking, I meditate

Oh insanity, you drag me and I did not hesitate

However, I carefully avoid to emphasize her absences

And I forgot the poverty of her presence, in my absences

Because she is the Absinthe of my senses

But when I forgot to forgot her silence

Just as a recurrence

Life lose all significance

Then in the wrong way I am looking

How to escape from this wandering

From this Abyss in which, Oh relief

I plunge, I drown, I perish

                               In silence

Because in the wrong way I am always looking

When the Absinthe of my senses is missing.